I have a pretend Indian boy that lives in my house. When house work hasn’t been done and I don’t feel like doing it I shout for my boy and curse his tardiness, “Baboo! Where is that boy? When I get hold of him he’ll have a thrashing – BABOO!” When I say Baboo I clap my hands in the way you can use if you want a waiter to spit in your food. Apparently I can’t do this at work, so why is my boss, who is Vietnamese by birth, allowed to tell us all that when she meets her new boyfriend’s friends she’s going to pretend that she is a Thai bride and that he bought her off the internet. I pointed out that she was being racist to herself, but she doesn’t care, so apparently that’s OK. Well Baboo doesn’t even exist, so how am I supposed to hurt his feelings; political correctness gone mad!